M’s off at work and/or the gym, so you all are the unwitting victims. Sorry.
One of the things I don’t like about my job is the general orneriness in inculcates in me at times. I spend the days dealing as patiently as I am able with __________, and thus I have a perhaps unreasonable expectation that the rest of the “real world” will not do the same.
Alas.
M gets the brunt of this, and she deserves my unending thanks for putting up with it. But I really like her, and I try to be apologetic as soon as I can pull my head out and behave. Others are not so fortunate. My colleagues, for instance.
Let’s just say that if any of you assholes called me at 2030 while I was trying to relax, drink a beer and read about the War of 1812 and asked me the same question 4 or 5 times, I wouldn’t be too nice to you either.
I really like people. I am I think a fundamentally, if often uneasily, social person. Yet as I grow older, even with a quite uncomplicated life, I have less interest in time with people about whom I am ambivalent or worse. It is not worth it. There are enough people in world who are wonderful beyond my immediate apprehension, most of whom live many miles away and I don’t get to see at all close to often enough.
Until those times, I’m pretty content to ride, go to bed early, and enjoy the peace in the world on weekday evenings.
I’ll need it if we ever have kids, or a dog.
But now Brubeck and an open window are putting all right in the world. Thanks for your patience.
Sleep well.
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